"I forgot to tell you how beautiful you look tonight." He takes my face in his hands and kisses my forehead softly before slowly brushing my hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear. This little intimate encounter, brushing my hair away from my face, has become his signature move, and I find myself loving every second of it. I give him a warm smile and whisper, “Thank you,” into his ear before turning around and walking away.
Standing in front of the jukebox, I'm doing my best to ignore the fact that John is literally six feet away from me. I can feel him staring at me. He is practically eye-fucking my skull, and honestly, I feel nothing but annoyance and aggravation. I'm sure he just witnessed the fact that I'm here with Trent and I hope it's driving him insane.
"Hey, Ellie."
John comes to stand next to me in all his glory. He's still as handsome as ever, and I internally wish he would have a sudden outbreak of teenage acne. John has always been good-looking. And although this sounds extremely vain, his attractiveness was one of the things that caught my eye, what spurred my interest for him. To put it bluntly, John is…hot. Dirty blond hair, green eyes, and muscles for days. Yeah, he's a teenage girl's wet dream.
John clears his throat and brings me out of my annoying thoughts regarding his indisputable sexiness. “Ellie?”
"Please don't call me that," I sigh in displeasure as I continue to scroll through the music selections.
"What? Call you Ellie?" he asks with a furrowed brow.
"Yeah. Please don't call me Ellie. I'm not your Ellie anymore." I'm still avoiding his stare. He doesn't deserve my attention. He doesn't deserve anything from me.
"You will always be my Ellie." His voice is soft and warm, and my mind is thinking that he is such a complete shithead for even endeavoring to have a conversation with me.
"John, this needs to stop. You need to move on. It's been over three months and I'm most definitely moving on. I'm living my life and you are no longer a part of that life."
The alcohol is making me brave, and maybe, just maybe, Trent has managed to put a little ray of hope in my life. Right now, I feel like I can just tell John to fuck off. I actually believe every single word that is coming out of my mouth, and it feels amazing. This is the best I've felt in a very long time. Someone should bottle up this emotion and put it in a pill, because it could probably solve world peace or at least aid women into having multiple orgasms.
I finish choosing a few songs and start to walk away.
John grabs my elbow. "Elle, wait. Babe, I'm so sorry. So fucking sorry. Please talk to me. Let me explain."
Seriously? Will he ever give up?
I quickly pull my arm away from his grasp as I roll my eyes skyward at his lame attempt to talk to me. "Let you explain? Really, John? Please enlighten me with exactly how you are going to explain fucking another woman in our bed? Did you trip and fall over something and your cock just so happened to be hard, she just so happened to be naked on our bed, and you just so happened to fall directly into her gaping hole of a vagina? Don't play me for an idiot, because I'm not stupid. That thing between you and Veronica, it was going on for a while before that night. That may have been the first time you actually stuck your dick inside of her, but it wasn't your first encounter. You were emotionally cheating on me with her way before that. I'm just sorry it took me so long to figure it out. I'm sorry I was naïve enough to trust you for as long as I did."
"I have never regretted something so much in my life." His eyes are serious, even sorrowful, as he looks down at me.
I put my hand up to cut him off before I have to hear anymore. "Please, John, I'm begging you to stop this. I'm done. We're done. I'm moving on and I suggest you do the same."
"Elle, I'm not going give up on this. I'll show you how sorry I am and prove you can trust me again."
A heavy sigh escapes my lips. "John, I'm only going to say this one more time and then I'm not wasting my breath on another conversation with you. It's over. We. Are. Over." I turn away from the jukebox and brush past John to head back to the bar.
I see Trent and Amy laughing about a story Johnny is busy telling them, and feelings of relief wash over me. I'm relieved that I don't have to hear my idiot ex ramble on about wanting me back and begging for my forgiveness. I'm more than over the entire situation, and that in itself is a miracle, considering the emotional state I was in just three months ago.
Is three months too soon to move on from a relationship? A relationship that was headed for marriage, that had an entire wedding and future planned out to every last detail. I'm not sure what the right answer is, but I think somehow Trent has helped me take the final step towards recovery. I find myself wanting more from him. This entire assortment of emotions he spurs from deep inside of me are overwhelming, and I'm well aware that most people would see them as slightly crazy, but I can't help how I feel. I can't help the fact that I am really into Trent Hamilton. I want to get to know him, and let's be real with ourselves; I most definitely want to get him naked.